Travelling at Night, or Dying Nature

by solaris2001

As he drove along the deserted highway, he watched the amber lights burning suspended surreally like a pageant of dying suns hanging from fading gallows in the boundless heavens. As each orb passed up over the zenith of his windshield, beaded in nebulous reflections streaked across the sheen of his hood, he lost the passing moments in an obscure but palpable remembrance of some summer night lost in the ether of youth. The churn of the engine mingled with the high hum of tires against asphalt intermingled past and present as the deer leapt gracefully and unwittingly into the headlights.